Strength of a Woman

Ever seen a woman travelling in a bus or a merto railway and how she would carry one child on her right arm, a handbad on the left and still holding another child with the left hand? Being pushed and pulled in the crowded buses or metros here and there still ensuring the safety of her children. Ever thought anything about it?

Well seeing such a case always stirs up a thought inside me.

Ever thought about your mother.. how she managed to do all that in one day?

What all...?? Let us explore...!!

Do you have any memories from your childhood about the daily routine of your mother? Do you remember her getting up the earliest in the morning and sleeping the last at night? How she would get up and make breakfast for all and drop you off at your school bus-stop. Not to forget, in between she would fight your claims of sleeping for just 5 more minutes, granting them to you, you stealing half an hour, then finally with her threaten of you missing the school bus you would wake up, even though the idea of missing the school seeming to be very attractive at the time.

Then her and you running everything at light's speed, from her throwing you into the bathroom to placing your uniform for minimum access time possible, which you were ordered to do before sleeping last night, you never obeying. From you taking the shortest time possible in having bath.. (sometimes not telling her that you even skipped that, still her getting suspicious of the fact).. to you taking the longest time in checking out how you looked in front of the mirror. From her packing your lunch box and setting the breakfast for you, and you skipping that too in a rush to the bus-stop, eventually to find out you are still late.

And if by some miracle you did make it to board the bus on time, you find out you forgot the lunch box.

Just as you are thinking you would have to stay hungry whole day as there is no money to buy food from canteen, you see from the bus's window, your mother running towards you from a distance making it just in time to hand you your lunch box before the bus leaves. You showing her a stupid all-white grin, now feeling energetic and bright that now everything is in order, that your talented supermom is here to your rescue (as if you were testing her talent... :-p ).

Then after the long tiring day at school when you return to the same bus-stop, she's there to receive you and you hang your heavy bag on her shoulder to relieve your burden saying you are tired as hell. And just after that you running here and there with you friends on the way to your place, suddenly feeling all charged up. Sometimes, when you felt that the unrelenting tormentors at school made you toil more than your limit, you would demand that alongwith the bag, she carries you too. Her silent protest of her being tired as well, but you ignoring her condition and sweetly blackmailing her, that pouting of the lips, those puppy eyes that could melt even a stone... how could she say 'NO' after that.

And once again you having your mischiefs with your friends while being carried on her shoulders, whithout thinking that it might just make even more hard to carry the load.

Still she would never complain....!!

From you returning in the evening after the day's play and waking her from her afternoon nap to feed your empty growling stomach to her sitting with you with patience to help you complete you homework, serving you dinner and a single glass of water which you couldn't get from the kitchen yourself but demanded while sitting in front of the TV as you could not miss on your stupid cartoons which you didn't even like... though always snatching the remote from her while she's watching her favourite soap thinking that is nonsense...

And how to describe the taste in her cooked food. Matching no one else's. The cliche 'Maa ke haath ka Swaad' tasted and experienced by everyone. After certain years, one gets addicted to her cooked food's taste but unknowingly, hence, never occuring for you to appreciate or complement it. Though she knows, that you cannot live without it, from the way you devour it, is a good enough complement for her.

Her finally tucking you into your bed, not before she made you brush your teeth. Sometimes, even telling you good night stories, or rather pressing your forehead or massaging your cramped legs till you slept, all the while yawning herself fiercely.

Still Never Complaining.....!!

So let me ask you the same question again... Do you have such memories? Ever wondered how she managed all that in just one day?

Well I would say such are the memories I have and yes, it always made me wonder whenever I saw such a strength.

Always making me feel i never thanked my mother enough to let her know, unadmittedly, unknowingly, still, how special she is in all of our lives.

So this blog is dedicated to my Mom. I thank you mom for always waking me up on time, for the most delicious food than everyone else's in my class (yes I'm being biased), for carrying and soothing me whenever I was tired and hurt, for your supermom like capability which instilled confidence in me to pass my day bravely.

For I know Mom... that no matter what or where, even when the whole world turns against me... I always knew... You would always have been there...
I know.. YOU WILL ALWAYS BE THERE... JUST FOR ME....!!

AND I CAN'T LOVE YOU ANYMORE FOR IT THAN I DO AT PRESENT WHILE WRITING THIS.

And for you dear readers, I would like to add, The Secret behind all of it has to be the unbreakable, never-ending .. 'Strength of a Woman' .. or also.. 'The Unconditional Love of a Mother' .. gifted to every woman by the almighty.

P.S.: I would also confess, I don't know how you would have felt while reading this but, I myself did get too senti and emotional while typing the last few lines. [:-p]

Hindustan.. Meri Jaan..

Last Sunday (15-Feb-09), strolling around the weekly market round the corner, must say, I was saved by one of the most disgusting accidents that anyone would pray not to experience before leaving his/her... I mean... her/his house whenever they leave.

By intuition, or may be by the same prayer of mine being answered, I stopped just inches away from a person who couldn't resist blowing his nose right at the center of the market. Either by the sudden spill of his all-the-while-before-warning-to-spill mucus, or by the irresistible nature of his public perverseness, he chose it to do it right in the mid of the trajectory of my path..

I know... Yuck..!!.. And Thank God..!!..

Anyways, 4 months since my last post, I don't just intend to explain my great luck in being saved of the humility. The irony lies in the fact that, the guy who could not resist his public perverseness was wearing a white jacket, with clearly big bold letters in black reading..... I N D I A ...!!

To think, suddenly such an action was justified! Not that one had to give a logical reason as to why he couldn't stop himself, as there was actually none!

Well, this is India. I mean, it wasn't always the same, but it has developed in its public perverseness coming off age, advancing in its 'public display of affection' with the cleanliness. (By the way, did any moral police supporter read this..?? Aww... snap..!!)

We all love our country land, that is why how can we see it barren. We need to fill it up with something. And if not anything green, what the heck, at least it is bio-degradable. (It is, isnt it..?? I mean that thing in your nose, :-p)

So, the next time we see anyone littering around, we should congratulate for her/his hearty unconditional contribution, and our chest swelling in pride, because we made our country proud.

So this blog is dedicated to the cleanliness freak people like Chaya, Nupur, Kanika, Bani, etc etc... (well you can see, all girls..!)... so the message goes out to them, that.. " The next time you scold any of us men for not having any public sense or civic sense...
Remember! It is all non-sense to us 'Men of Honour', and we will have nothing come in between us and making our country proud, hence, it is our birth given right to litter around and blow out that mucus. You like it or not..!'

This is India... Hindustan... Meri jaan... Yahan Sab Chalta hai... All is wise in here... So come, let's join our hands, and let us all blow that nose in the public the next time we are out... and make sure you wear something that boasts itself to be an INDIAN too...!!

Throw those ice-cream wrappers or toffee wrappers or any damned thing wrapper while walking on the street, the public 'USE-ME' dustbins were made just for that purpose, to be kept neat and clean. Why increase the MCD cleanliness worker's burden..??

And anyways, just me not littering around will not make a difference. It is the others who are to be stopped. They do it, why not me!

After all, I am an INDIAN too. And I make my country proud..!!..

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P.S.: If anyone read this, that too carefully, one might have noticed the CHANGE. I mean in the writing style, the perverseness can never be changed ofcourse.

I mean... the transformation of he/she, his/her .. to ... she/he, her/his...

This is just about another story coming up... ;-)